Just little old me.

I stand here before you,

but there isn't much to see.


I stand, blinded by your magesty.

Your glory and your beauty

overwhelm me.


And I am nothing.


I hide in the black.

I put up filters and walls

hoping you won't see my acts,

hoping you won't reveal my faults.


But now I am bare

and nothing remains hidden.


But, by your saving grace,

I am forgiven.


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